Going Back to The Future.

Many moons ago I was born in a biggest city in Central New York. I live the quintescential CNY life for 21 years. Skiing, shovelling driveways and hot cider filled my winters. Wet boots, robins and Heid’s HotDogs occupied my springs. Humidity, swimming pools and Viki’s Tasty Freeze filled my summers… Fall, there really isn’t like Fall in Update New York… It’s plain magical.

I ate pasta 3 times a week.. ate pizza on Fridays. Spent many hours at Coursel Center. Santangelo’s in Liverpool knew my name. I knew that a car you drive when it’s snowing is a Winter Rat. At a young age I learn that small potatoes boiled in salt water, slathered with butter is quite close to heaven.

Sixteen years ago, I moved to CA with my Mom. Nothing has been the same.

For about 5 years I had dual NY/CA citizenship.

Now, I believe I’m a Californian. I can talk on my cellphone, put on mascara and  drink my coffee all while traveling down the 405 at 80mph. Hey, don’t fool yourself… this is an important CA Talent!

Here we are… a month until I find myself, back in what was “Home”.  It’s been 6 years.

Can I go home again?

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One thought on “Going Back to The Future.

  1. Sue says:

    Jackson Browne Lyrics
    ” Looking Into You ”

    Well I looked into a house I once lived in
    Around the time I first went on my own
    When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
    And my friends and I were one
    Now the distance is done and the search has begun
    I’ve come to see where my beginnings have gone

    Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
    And the music could be heard at the door
    Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
    Asked if I came very far
    And when my silence replied they took me inside
    Where their children sat playing on the floor

    Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
    And it left me so warm and so high
    But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun
    I heard that highway whisper and sigh
    Are you ready to fly?

    And I looked into the faces all passing by
    It’s an ocean that will never be filled
    And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
    That even love cannot rebuild
    It’s a hotel at best, you’re here as a guest
    You oughta make yourself at home while you’re waiting for the rest

    Well I looked into dream of the millions
    That one day the search will be through
    Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
    Looking into you

    The great song traveler passed through here
    And he opened my eyes to the view
    And I was among those who called him a prophet
    And I asked him what was true
    Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
    Now I’m looking in my life for a truth that is my own

    Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
    And the words and the music came through
    But words and music can never touch the beauty that I’ve seen
    Looking into you – and that’s true

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